Deep impact

I blink at Abby, dumbfounded, at a loss for words. She laughs gleefully and moves around me to pull back the covers, then pulls me to the bed. “Scarlett told me about something you did—a position you taught her that I want to try,” she says, then lies down on her back. “Kneel down between my legs.”

The light comes on. “OK, baby girl, I know what you want,” I say.

“No,” Abby says lustfully. “You know how I want it. What I want is for you to get over here and make me your personal fuckdoll.”

“I’m good with that,” I say, kneeling before Abby’s slick little pink slit; I’m a little surprised by her language, but not about to complain. I decide to test her a little. “You want me to fuck you like my little cockwhore?” I lift her ass onto my thighs, then rest her calves on my shoulders. She pushes with her legs and arms to help support herself; I line up Knob A with Hole B and pull her hips toward me.

“Yes,” Abby gasps. “I was dreaming about you—dreaming you were fucking me like an animal—I woke up dripping wet, needing you. I want to be your sex toy, Ben. Take me hard and fast and crazy fucking deep—have your way with me—make me your little teen cumslut. Own me, baby. Own me . . .”

“Gladly,” I breathe. I adjust our positions to finish aligning us, get a good grip on Abby’s thighs, and pull hard, yanking her onto my prick. She lets out a startled moan, which rises to a shriek when I hit her anterior fornix. I’m so deep in her I don’t just reach it, I actually stretch it a little, and that triggers her orgasm—a fairly powerful one, judging by the clench of her tunnel walls around my shaft. The added resistance slows me as I start fucking her, but not too much.

By the time her honeypot quiets down, I’m fucking Abby hard and fast, hearing the bed moaning almost as loudly as she is and watching her sweet tits jiggle and bounce. I leaned forward to pierce her sex, but once I’ve established a rhythm I lean back until I can feel my cock rubbing hard on the front wall of her channel. My knob is probing the end of her tunnel with every thrust, socketing into her cul-de-sac and stretching it to fit. Rowan loved the combination of deep penetration with G-spot stimulation, and Abby clearly does as well: her face is flushed, her eyes are wide, and she’s moaning and mewling steadily, with words intermixed.

“You’re incredible, Ben, just fucking incredible,” Abby cries out. “I love this position—I love your dick in this position—I love your dick in my pussy . . . you’re so fucking thick, so fucking deep, I swear you’re filling my whole fucking body with that massive fucking man-muscle . . . you’re fucking me like your naughty little cumslut—I love it—I fucking love it . . .” Wow, she’s really revved up, I think. This is a side of her I hadn’t seen yet . . . “Take me, baby—take me—make me your little fucktoy—make me your sex ****—addict me to your big hard mommy-maker . . . fuck me harder, Ben—fuck me harder—pound that needy little cunt—fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow . . . own me, baby—own that tiny teenage pussy with your big fucking man-muscle—drive it so fucking deep I’ll be able to taste your cock—take me, claim me, own me, fucking use me, just fuck me harder, make me scream your name . . . make me scream your name . . .”

The noises from the bed grow louder as I pound Abby’s box like a triphammer. Her noises grow louder, too, expressing her pleasure at the fucking I’m giving her, but I want more from her. “Play with yourself, baby girl,” I growl. “Put your hand in your slutty little twat and frig yourself good. I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck your brains out.”

Abby moans and obeys; she arches her back, taking more of her weight on her shoulders, and lifts both hands from the bed, one going between her legs, the other fondling one of her girls. “Watch me, baby,” she pleads. “Watch me masturbate.” She pinches one of her little pink nipples, pulling and twisting it, and traces her inner pussy lips down to where they’re spread wide by my thundering fuckpiston before rubbing her clit slowly in a circle.

“It’s so hot, touching myself while you fuck me,” Abby moans. “It feels so naughty knowing you’re watching me. You like watching me play with myself like a naughty little slut? You like watching me—aaaahhhh—pull and twist my hard little pebbles? You like watching me rub my button? I’ve done this so many times, Ben, so many times, and always thinking of you—imagining it’s your fingers, not mine, imagining your mouth sucking on my tits and eating my hot, wet little pussy . . .”

I watch Abby raptly as she pleasures herself, groaning at her dirty talk. I pound her harder and harder with my battering-ram cock, knowing I’m losing control, and loving it; she just keeps getting hotter. “I imagine you looking at me, crazy with lust, ripping off my clothes and splitting open my tight teen pussy with your big man-muscle,” she moans. “I imagine that massive bulge ripping open your swim trunks and you fucking me right there by the pool, right in front of everyone . . . I imagine you fucking me harder and deeper than any man ever has, telling me you own my pussy, telling me you can’t resist me, my tight little teenage cunt is going to make you cum . . . but nothing I ever imagined was this good . . . fuck me, sex god . . . make me your **** . . . make me your little fucking whore . . .”

“You naughty little slut,” I growl, “you’re going to pay for talking to me like that. I’m cumming deep in your hot young cunt—I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, you’ll never get it all out.”

Abby’s back arches further with an orgasmic scream as her body detonates around my thundering dick. Her creampot squeezes my prick hard, which triggers my own explosion; I sheath my cock to the root in her tight, wet heat and throw back my head with a roar. I hose down her pussy with my cum, sending her scream even higher.

We stay in that position for a long moment after our joint climaxes have faded, just gazing into each other’s eyes. When my prick has fully receded from Abby’s tunnel, I slide out from under her hips and lie down next to her. I end up on my back with Abby half-draped over me; her hand rests on my deflated prick, while I stroke her hair. “That was—that was—” she starts. “Ohh, Ben, I don’t even have words for how good that was. I never imagined anything could be that intense, or that pleasurable. I’ve never been that wild before, never been that dirty—I was really filthy, and I loved it. I cut loose something I didn’t even know was there—you cut it loose in me. You brought out that animal in me, and it’s amazing. You’re so good to me, baby . . . I wish we could just stay naked and fuck forever.”